22742696I have seen beyond the bounds of infinity and drawn down daemons from the stars. . . . I have harnessed the shadows that stride from world to world to sow death and madness. . . – H.P. Lovecraft – From Beyond, 16 November 1920

I realize that I live on the bubble of insanity. I feel the weight of human suffering, loneliness and despair on me all the time. It’s not getting easier; if anything, it’s always right on the edge of my skin. – Erwin McManus

As you step into Supergirls, you are transported. Transported to a world, a life, straight out of a Hieronymus Bosch painting. A visit to Dante’s Inferno, a glimpse into the minds of the damned. Brutal. Savage. An acid trip into Naraka, tortured by Yama, denied the relief of rebirth.

Jason Michel, in Pulp Metal Magazine said of Mav Skye’s Supergirls: . . . (It) is grounded in the mundane reality of poverty, yet as it unfolds becomes an increasingly surreal and cinematic experience; as if Sam Peckinpah or Tarantino had directed the girls from Scooby Doo, who were all grown up and had taken some real bad life choices.

I can only agree.

Supergirls is, in its own way, a story of sisterhood and family, the bonds of love and sacrifice, all played out on a screen of the absurd that would send chills up the back of Dahmer and make Spring-Heel Jack and Béla Kiss feel emphatically mediocre. The horror is horrifying, without a doubt – but to my mind, the portions that are real, and all too common in our world today, are the scariest moments, the most frightening horrors of all.

The pages of a graphic novel flashed through my mind as I read Mav Skye’s work, the scenes backlit by a bloody light, built of straight black lines and soulless eyes. For anyone who adores dark fantasy, this is a luscious treat for the mind, a glimpse into inane, mundane, yet horrific madness that kept my eyes glued to the page and my heart pounding as I traversed the darkness into the cellar of Skye’s mind.

Watch out for the rotting stairs . . .

I received Supergirls from the publisher in return for a realistic review. This is a novella, only 87-pages, and would make an incredible Halloween night read! Highly recommend.

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